Put your hands together, put your hands together
It's time to get together, time to get on the winning side
Get your shit together, get your shit together
Put your hands together, put your hands behind your back

I know I've been wrong, sick and wrong
What does that make you?
I know I've been wrong, sick and wrong
What does that make you?

Put your hands together, put your hands together
It's time to get together, time to get on the winning side

I know that I'm sick, my demise will be no surprise
I realise that the explanation of my deviation has a medical dimension
(Will the accused approach the bench
And mention her good intentions?)

I was wrong, I knew it all along
I confess that I transgressed.
I employ a lawyer to cast my plight in a better light
To give a deposition on my condition
Sick and wrong

I know I've been wrong, sick and wrong
What does that make you?
I know I've been wrong, sick and wrong
What does that make you?